Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.